Around 8:30 PM
One of many half hidden nooks and crannies located around the Castle.

Sophie had decided the absolute only way the first of the month could get anymore stressful or tiresome was if her body decided to sync up with the full moon too. The last four days had been a bit of a nightmare. Between her less than warm reception by the Beaxbatons students, worrying over Zel and Lexi traveling back to the ministry this month, and her general moody nature and need for space around the full moon so she could think and feel, she felt absolutely awful for Figaro. Five days into being back together and she had been acting like an insufferable brat, though she tried very hard to at least let him know that he was the best part of even her worst days. It was just hard for her and she knew that it had to be frustrating for him, trying to suss out her moods when she knew she was being a prat.

Things would get back to normal now though, everyone was home safe and sound and she felt the heavy sadness that she associated with the full moon and loss of her mother much less intensely now. She'd told Fig to meet her (the whole not being in the same house thing meant being creative about meeting places), she was going to make up being such a dreadful girlfriend. She just hadn't... well it wasn't exactly a secret that Figaro took very little in life seriously. They hadn't talked at all after her mother had died... and even when they made up and became friends again they hadn't talked about his dad or her mum. They kept things light, they were getting better at talking about feelings but it was very hard for Sophie to let herself really acknowledge the loss of her mother and subsequently the dissolution of her family.

She honestly believed if she let herself feel those things, if she let them be really real for her that she wouldn't be able to get back up and dust herself off. Over the summer she'd distracted herself in a million ways; with Ollie, with going out, with Deus, with party planning... there was both more and less to distract herself with back at school. She was contained in a smaller space for longer periods of time, her mind wandered. Ollie was gone, she was just sad... but if she tried to explain that to Fig (or anyone for that matter) she felt like she might completely fall to pieces and not know how to put herself back together again. Spreading a blanket out on the floor she pushed those thoughts from her head as she pulled out a small portable wireless and tried to find something worth listening to as she waited, deck of Snap cards still in her bag.

Figaro had totally forgotten that he and Sophie were hanging out in the nook they'd found.  It had a round window in it that looked out over the Forbidden Forest, and there was a portrait of a woman and her nine cats around the corner that mewed when anyone approached - it worked fantastically as a warning system when they were kissing.

But yea - he'd gotten caught up with Kiba after dinner and was now trotting along the corridor. 

Kittens mewing heralded his tardy arrival.  He already had a penitant smile on, but it turned sincere.  Sophie was there on a fuzzy blanket dressed in a cozy red sweater fiddling the dials on a wireless.  "Hey," he said, dropped his bag and sat down next to her, legs extended and taking up a lot of space.

"Brought some Nutella."  He produced it from his bag along with two mismatched spoons.   "And this."

He held up a giant stumpy column candle burned half way down.  It smelled like popcorn and autumn leaves and rosemary.  Fig lit it with his wand.

"Zel's off," he said.  "To change, y' know.  Sucks but it would be nice to get out of here once in awhile.  Can't wait for Hogsmeade weekend.  Gonna be freezing, but honestly just want to go somewhere."